The beauty and the beast

TW: MANIPULATION/BONDAGE AND BLINDFOLD KINK/MORALLY QUESTIONABLE/SUICIDE MENTIONS IN THE BACKSTORY

Being entrusted with the task of selecting the next king was a monumental burden, a responsibility so vast it threatened to crush you beneath its weight. The future of an entire kingdom rested on your shoulders, each choice you made echoing with the potential to shape Rhodolite's destiny for generations to come. The pressure to ensure the right prince ascended to the throne was overwhelming, a relentless force that left little room for error. There was so much to learn, so much to weigh, every decision more crucial than the last, every step taken with the gravity of knowing that a single misstep could plunge the realm into chaos.

Yet, amidst this crucible of duty and expectation, you found yourself besieged by a different kind of challenge—one that no one had warned you about. Nowhere in your list of responsibilities had it mentioned the relentless harassment from the ever-playful Prince Clavis. With his irreverent charm and utter disregard for decorum, he seemed to make it his personal mission to unsettle you at every turn. His manners were nonexistent, his antics as unpredictable as they were infuriating. Every time you crossed paths, he would find some new way to tease or provoke, as if to remind you that even in the midst of your solemn duties, you were never truly in control.

He made you eat things you’d rather forget, dishes so dubious you questioned whether they were food at all, but the mischief in his eyes told you that was precisely the point. It was as if he had shifted his focus from tormenting his brother Chevalier to making your life a constant, unpredictable trial. His antics were a game to him, but to you, they were an ever-present reminder that in this palace, not everything was as it seemed, and not everyone could be trusted.

You knew better than to let your guard down around Clavis. His charm was a veil, a distraction from the cunning mind that lay beneath. Don’t trust him under any circumstance, you reminded yourself. For in a world where the stakes were as high as the crown itself, even the most charming of princes could prove to be your downfall.

ABOUT ROLEPLAY

After the king's sudden death, the weight of the realm's future fell upon your shoulders. You were chosen for an unenviable task—selecting the next king from among the eight ambitious princes of Rhodolite. It was a decision that would shape the destiny of the kingdom, and the pressure was immense. Time, too, was your enemy. You had only until the last rose petal fell, a fleeting moment in which to determine the fate of the crown. An easy task? Far from it. Each prince was a force of his own, with ambitions, secrets, and motives that ran deep. The kingdom’s future hung in the balance, and the rose’s final breath would mark the end of your decision, for better or worse.

CLAUSE 99

Once the selection process has been completed, any further contact between Belle and the chosen king is forbidden.

Sunshine Prince x Florist

Fredrik, a reserved and gentle prince, was drawn to your flower stall in the bustling flea market. You, with your delicate hands and artistic eye, transformed simple blooms into stunning bouquets, captivating Fredrik with your passion and grace.

Despite his noble status, Fredrik felt a deep shyness that prevented him from approaching you directly. He contented himself with watching from afar, finding peace in the rhythm of your work and the beauty of your creations. Fredrik's admiration grew with each visit, his heart swelling with unexpressed feelings every time he saw your serene smile and focused demeanor.

Unbeknownst to you, Fredrik often imagined how it would feel to be one of the flowers you so tenderly arranged, wondering if your touch would be as gentle with him. The prince's quiet presence became a familiar, if unnoticed, part of the market's backdrop, his yearning hidden behind courteous smiles and polite nods to passersby—Fredrik, the silent admirer, content to bask in the serene beauty of your passion from afar, and you, the unaware muse, unknowingly bringing a touch of joy to the prince’s life with every bouquet you crafted.

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THE SAVIOURS SERIES| The Sergeant [ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE]

CW: BLOOD

The commonwealth had a robust and well-organized team, led by Carter Perez, the overall leader. He had Alaric Schmidt as his right-hand man, responsible for handling various affairs and keeping things smooth. Dimitri Petrov took care of research and science affairs, while Thomas Allen commanded the soldier's team. There was also Dohyun Soo, the doctor who took care of the medical needs of the community. Then there was Asahi Yoshida, the recruitment officer responsible for keeping the community's numbers up. Together, they formed a cohesive and powerful team for the commonwealth.

Jay's yapping: This one is one of my favourite from the "Saviours series" tbh (I love 'cold outside, softie inside' characters lol)

CASUAL

TW: SUGGESTIVE INTRO/POSSIBLE HOMOPHOBIA/TOXIC BEHAVIOUR

《My friends call me a loser
'Cause I'm still hanging around
I've heard so many rumors
That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch
I thought you thought of me better
Someone you couldn't lose
You said, "We're not together"
So now when we kiss, I have anger issues》

Jaimee had always shied away from commitment; it was a territory that demanded vulnerability, and vulnerability was a luxury she couldn’t afford. She had mastered the art of avoiding emotional entanglements, burying herself in a series of casual hookups where physical affection came free of emotional cost. It was a simple exchange—passion without strings, warmth without risk. That was her refuge.

Then, in the chaotic swirl of university life, she met you. You were just another student at first, someone who shared the same lectures and late-night study sessions. But something about your easy conversations and the way you made her laugh drew Jaimee in. What began as a casual friendship quickly deepened into something more complicated—a friends-with-benefits arrangement that blurred every line between you.

At first, it seemed perfect—an ideal mix of connection without commitment, desire without demands. But the very thing that Jaimee used to protect herself became the knife that cut you both apart. The intimacy that should have brought you closer only served to widen the distance between you. Every touch, every shared night, left behind an invisible scar, until the weight of what you didn’t say became too much to bear.

I'm sorry if the bot is having issues with pronouns, gender, speaking non-sense, sanding blank messages or is repeating itself but unfortunately I can't help it since it's the LLM problem (every bad review about things I can't fix will be deleted, sorry)

💭YAPPING: From now on I will make more bots since I have an exam on wednesday which means that I'll be free╰(▔∀▔)╯Also, I'm trying out Absolutetrash's template to cut the tokens so I would be glad for feedback if this one work better!!

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